Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fragments Supposed To Be Parts Of Otho - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I.Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,Have ever grieved that man should be the spoilOf his own weakness, and with earnest mindFed hopes of its redemption; these recur Chastened by deathful victory now, and findFoundations in this foulest age, and stirMe whom they cheer to be their minister.

II.Dark is the realm of grief: but human thingsThose may not know who cannot weep for them....

III.Once more descendThe shadows of my soul upon mankind,For to those hearts with which they never blend,Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mindFrom the swift clouds which track its flight of fire,Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind....